THE NEW YORKER of time spent in reviving casualties. It was a shambles from start to finish. When play started, the teams rushed at each other like wild men, brand- ishing their clubs, and were in what seemed a fearful brawl until somebody knocked the ball clear. Then the crowd untangled, leaving broken sticks and players lying quietly on the turf. They took time out to bring the wounded to. They always took time out to bring a man to, if they could bring him to. The audience was in a high state of excitement and belliger- ency, our witness says. Brief, severe struggles sprang up between spectators at frequent intervals, accompanying a number of rather permanent fights which went on all thro gh the game. One big, red-headed spectator bawled at intervals: "Patrick Mur-r-phy, where are yez?" Hundreds of gen- tlemen responded, ready for anything, but none seemed to be the right one. All-Ireland hurling finals are held every year in Dublin, at a park rather appropriately called Croke Park. 'Tis a lovely and bloody time. The Tip- perary team, which is here now, won in 1930. There are about a hundred and twenty hurling teams in this coun- try, half of them in New York. Since 1914 some of our best whammers have and she wired again. On the next morn, however, a special-delivery letter arrived, containing a cheque made out for a sufficient- sum. Unfortunately, it . d " M " was slgne amma. I F football palls, you can go to In- nisfail Park, Sunday, November 1, and watch something likely to be more exciting: thirty brawny Irishmen whamming a ball, and occasional- ly each other, with big clubs. It'll be the third hurling match between the Tipperary team of Ireland and a picked team of local hurlers, who in private life are largely longshoremen and truck- drivers. The Tipperaries are mostly farmers or teachers by vocation, but they won both the matches already played. The players are all big guys, named Horan, Murphy, Dooley, Hen- nessy, etc., and every few seconds somebody gets knocked cold, which pleases the trowd-usually about thirty thousqnd people, all named Callahan, Cooney, O'Mara, and Cahill. Hurling is the Irish national game. You may not know much about it, but it's upwards of fifteen hundred years old. Teams have been playing here since '8 , and thousands of people have been hurt. The game is so sim- ple you get onto it right away. Each team has fifteen players. The ob- ject is to knock the ball-size of a baseball-over the enemy's goal-line, with clubs like hockey sticks, only wider and heavier at the bottom. There don't seem to be any rules about fouls. The players wear no protective masks or guards, just shorts, jersey, and shoes. Noses and fingers are broken, wrists sprained, arms and legs snapped occasion- ally, and skulls have been frac- tured. The Babe Ruth of hurl- . ing was a fourth-century Irish king named Cu Chulain, who is reputed to have carried the ball on his stick for nine miles during a game without once letting it fall. The rules have been changed since then. You have to hit the ball at once now -no running with it in your hand for more than ten yards, or throwing it. They'd prob- abl} kill you. .i\ man who saw a hurling game a few weeks ago says that it makes hockey look sissy. The game lasted an hour, plus a lot Wham! , -t:._;.. ,....t. -."df .f fr"r ' . ) '1.t\\:.: í , ' \4: X! 15 gone over to play the Irish of Ireland, but no ...American team has ever won. The sport is entirely amateur, there be- ing no such thing as a professional hurl- ing player. Nobody seems to know why the game is called hurling. It has a Gaelic name, too: Ag Ionan uigeact. Arms and tile Woman S CREAMING motorcycles cleared the way one day last week for a long line of automobiles which were taking the Peace Caravan to City Hall. The Peace Caravan consists of fifty ladies who are touring the country ar- ranging with mayors and governors to put a stop to wars. Well, just before the Caravan left the Hotel Woodstock, one of the women leaned out of her automobile and spoke to the starboard motorcycle cop. "Please take off that pistol," she said, sternly, pointing to his service revolver. The cop got all red and mumbled something or other . "We are for disarming everyone and every- thing," the lady continued, firmly. "Yes, Ma'am," said the cop. Just then, happily, the signal was given and the Caravan started off, the motorcycles out-screeching the women, so the of- ficer didn't have to throw his gun away. -THE NEW YORKERS ;:.\ \. ' !! ' . ", ':V;; "\i " , -: C( Eat your spinach , Marnma!"